[He's been jogging on and off the whole way here, which is obvious in the sweat beading on his brow as he slows to another stop. He can't sense her, not the way she can, but he's finally getting close to the inn and he knows that she might not still be inside, if she came back here at all.
Then there's movement out of the corner of his eye, his head turns, and there she is, looking like a cornered animal. His chest seizes painfully; he'd told her he was going to talk to Poe, and now here she is near the inn with her bag slung over her shoulder. He couldn't have known what that would mean to her at the time, but he can see it plainly enough right now.]
Rey! Wait up!
[He wants to talk to her, that much is clear in the expression on his face, which is more concerned and worried than anything else. If she was expecting anger, that's completely absent.
He jogs over, closing the distance between them without hesitation.]
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Then there's movement out of the corner of his eye, his head turns, and there she is, looking like a cornered animal. His chest seizes painfully; he'd told her he was going to talk to Poe, and now here she is near the inn with her bag slung over her shoulder. He couldn't have known what that would mean to her at the time, but he can see it plainly enough right now.]
Rey! Wait up!
[He wants to talk to her, that much is clear in the expression on his face, which is more concerned and worried than anything else. If she was expecting anger, that's completely absent.
He jogs over, closing the distance between them without hesitation.]